Playing Catch (up)
September 16th, 2004 bySometimes I wish I were a cat. Eat, nap, run around chasing bugs (imaginary or real), nap, pur, sleep on owners head, scratch furniture. Rinse, repeat.
Today was a shitty day. I was juggling four strategically coordinated deadlines for work, my apartment is still in the midst of minor construction and I’ve been battling to keep foreign cats from eating the food I’ve set out for my cat, Josie. But that wasn’t very successful because the people working on my apartment kept opening all the doors and while I was putting one damn cat out another would hop up onto my desk and have a seat on my warm laptop keyboard. I would have gone back to my old place to work for a bit, but the painter dudes showed up over there and started sanding 17 years worth of crud off the window inserts and the work environment just wasn’t any better. In fact, it would have been worse as the net connection over there is just about as fast as a snail and I’m moving big files today. Grrrr.
So I juggled phone calls from clients and customers, attempted to sync up with the net admin at my ISP to insert a bunch of CSS into a customers shop site and tried to debug a few pieces of a 500,000 line program I wrote a while ago. Oh, and I worked with a new client who shorted my most recent check by $600, who also wants his site done like yesterday.
I’ll likely get a chance to work out later tonight. God knows I need it to help burn some frustration. For now it’s a few more hours of work while the apartment is quiet. Man, I’m never getting sick again. Playing catch-up bites ass.